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Long before the contemporary times, in the olden days of Africa, every male child born at dusk were used for sacrifice to appeal the witches. Although this act met resistance from the villagers who begged and sought-after salvation from the oppressive tradition of child sacrifice, nonetheless, the practise continued for centuries upon centuries until one very day, when King Oranmiyan, who was unable to produce a male offspring, became fortunate to bear his very first and last Prince. Even though the prince was born at dusk, everything changed when he failed to offer his son's life as a sacrifice as the culture had demanded. The witches grew angry and chaos began.

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The Sorcerer's King: ways of the witches

With the efficacy of these words, Oranmiyan led himself into his absolute silence and he gripped more his fingers on his staff and there, he turned around and left the face of the people into the inner palace in which the Chiefs and the Elders had followed him closely irrespectively.

The same way had the Eldest Priest and the rest of the priest followed the Chiefs and the Elders also but definitely, the Eldest Priest waited for a shorter period before he had followed the Chiefs and Elders into the inner palace.

During this short period of his wait, the Eldest Priest had glared at Orekelewa and how she had become broken, sad, and tears which rolled down her eyes as a result of the words from Oranmiyan.

And in her words, Orekelewa cursed the day she was born. For it was better to have never been born than to be born only to eat the yam of poverty, and penury, and no shelter to sleep her head, and no one to care for her.

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